[Milliways: OMG Thunk.]

[slayer_fray]

It's been a long night. Mel had a particularly tough grab in the Uppers, and set upon by an unusually together group of lurks on her way home. Oh, and then she had to clear up after a murder.

Rutting domestics. She hates men sometimes.

OK, not all of them. But she's tired, messy, and no longer looking forward to a shower in the near future. Maybe once she's told Mike of the situation, there'll at least be snuggles.

Once she finds him.

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[slayer_fray]

Mel shakes her head.

"Cops aren't hired for their smarts."

[mnt_mike]

"That's because no smart person would jump in front of a bad guy's gun no matter how much you paid them. Only good people do that, and they're not known for being all that bright."

[slayer_fray]

Mel tilts her head and looks at him for a second, before easing herself out of her pants.

"Glad I'm smart," she says, denying all evidence to the contrary.

[mnt_mike]

"Me too. S-M-R-T. That spells Mel!"

Which is his own special way of indicating what side of this particular line he feels he stands on.

Of course, while he's funning he's also making sure to pay close attention to her skin as she strips out of her clothing. It's not a sexual thing, it's a protective thing.

[slayer_fray]

Her skin is fine, mostly. There's some caked blood where a cut has healed, but there're no serious wounds on Mel today.

"You're good, though," she points out. "Nothing wrong with that."

[mnt_mike]

"Yeah?"

His voice is chock full of hope as he looks up and into her eyes.

"Does that make me your ninja in shining armor?"

Good gracious, that voice couldn't be more dorky if it tried.

[slayer_fray]

Mel collapses in laughter, much to Stampy's annoyance.

Humans around here just don't respect bedtime.